You need to find your self?..........What the fuck?

Surprise, surfuckingprise, I'm all pissed of again. I'm pissed off over this same fucking ....ummmm...... chick. I'll just say "chick" to be nice. So, yeah, the Motherfuckin BULLY had a couple feelings for said....... ummmm....... chick. The BULLY was real nice to her and all that. Does she wanna kick it with the BULLY? Nope. She would rather go out and get drunk and whore it up all over town instead of kicking it with the Ever lovin BULLY. And then tell the BULLY that she has to get in touch with her and straighten out her life and blah blah fucking blah. I really kind of lost her somewhere while she was talking because
I don't speak bullshit very well.

"We can still kick it, though, but not like before." She says. What the fuck ever. I can also bitch about you on the internet and say that you like to whore it up.

Did I reallyfuck myself up that bad when I broke up with my ex?

-Mister Fucking Pickles

A slight re-emergence of the old me.

So, yeah, I feel the old me starting to peek around the corner. I really kinda like the old me. Then again, I kinda don't like thwe old me, but I don't know why. Maybe I don't like the old me cause I'm older now I'm pretty sure that, left unchecked, the old me will get me killed. This is because, well..... the older I get the more I am afraid of stuff. Not afraid of dumb shit like how my little sister is afraid of squirrels, but shit I should be afraid of, like getting a speeding ticket, or pissing someone off that really is trill and being killed, or fear of hurting myself when I'm just acting a plain ole ass.

Most people call it common sense. I won't say that I didn't have any common sense because I had a full understanding of what could happen to me as a consequence of any of my actions. The problem was that I just couldn't really understand how much it would or could actually suck. In my head I would have been able to handle whatever, however and it not be any real problem. I mean handle anything, be it me getting a broad pregnant and having to worry about taking care of a kid as I went through school, or getting into an accident while doing 100mph on I-75 because I tried to do something "cool". It wasn't quite the invincibility thing, it was more of the combination of lack of forethought, and not caring what did happen.

I would be blogging longer, but I'm lat to class now.

Before I go, though, I just want to say "Aldalicious" . "Aldalicious" just slides of the tongue so nicely.


I mean the word, not the person.


Nasty.





-Mister Pickles

Positive Fucking Reinforcement

So, yeah, I have had my fucking share of flings/relationships with women. Some of them I really cared about, some of them I really didn't give a shit about. Some of them have ended well or evolved into another form, leaving both parties happy, and some haven't. The funny thing is that most of the ones that ended with out me being happy were the ones in which I was the fucking nicest, just me being the sweet me that I really fucking am.

The ones where I was a straight up dick, though, I ended up being happy, and the female still digging a sumbitch. What the fuck? Females really fucking irk me sometimes. They will constantly bitch about wanting a fucking nice guy , blah blaah blah, bitch bitch bitch, but when they meet a nice cat what the fuck do they wanna do? Embrace a motherfucker, reciprocate some of that shit? Hell no. They wanna juice a sumbitch. Well, I've said it before, and I will damn sure say it a-fucking-gain, FUCK ALL THAT, FUCK ALL THAT SHIT.

I am just gonna stop being nice. Fuck being nice. I'm not even gonna use the word "nice" any fucking more. That shit is a four fucking letter word. I bet the next bitch I fucking meet will not form up her mouth to call me the "n" word.

Goddamnit, Ladies........Goddamnit.


-the Mean ass BULLY formerly known as the sweet teddy bear ass BULLY

p.s.: Goddamnit ladies.